i loved being a girlscout. every year at summer camp we made and decorated little cushions to sit upon around the campfire. they were made of vinyl tablecloths folded over, stitched around the edges with yarn and stuffed with newspapers. each one had a carrying strap too! oddly enough we called them sit-upons.
i grew up in a little town on historic Route 66. i remember walking down main street and trying to look in the storefront glass without seeing through it. i pretended that if i could train my eyes to only see the reflection of yesterday without being distracted by the displays of today then i could enter another time, or world, or life and live parallel to myself. i love photographing old small town storefront windows these days. not too many left... still wondering if that parallel life is waiting for me.